Spirit Bound: Chapter Ninety

The mere thought made his heart quail and his paw tighten around the handle of the beautiful chef's knife.

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Dinner with the Winstones

So said grey as he took his knife and began to cut up the quail, then his steak. james nodded as he waited for the quail to be cut. "never had quail before." elincia purred as she lifted a forkful of steak to her muzzle, slowly eating it.

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Wolfentraum: The Prologue

The gala was an exclusive invitation-only masque of late capitalist decadence which had to be seen to be believed: a dinner was served of roast quail and braised asparagus and grouper over rice pilaf, an enormous english trifle for dessert, a small station

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Vandor

If quail hadn't hurt my twin brother during the escape he would have had to come with me, it was all our fault..." he trailed off as a look of recognition crossed his face. "that... that was you, wasn't it? you're quail!

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Spirit Bound: Chapter 108

Geoff grumbled around a mouthful of quail. faelen's lips quirked up into a grin as he translated in his best dark spirit impersonation. "'yeah, i know. he does that at home, too.

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Taming the Wild

Markus said through a mouth full of quail. the panther said nothing, but did make a point of snorting derisively at the young man before baring his fangs at the other.

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Love Both Ways

It was rough and it was crude and it might have made a lesser man quail, though chris grunted like a pro and arched back weakly, though he didn’t have anything to brace against at all. no… oh no.

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Taming Him

quailing, he could not drag his eyes away from the small blade, imagining how sharp it would be. just how sick was this horse? "what are you..." he licked his lips, mouth so dry that he could not finish the sentence.

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Revenge

She hissed into his ear, the fox quailing under her murderous stare. “i know why you were here. all part of that bastard of a stallion's revenge. some blokes never do take it well when you turn them down for sex.

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